A Servant Boy

The servant boy was fully expecting to die today, and yet… the fates had something else in his favor.

"W-what… lord?" The servant boy couldn't even figure out what words to use and simply kept on staring.

On the other hand, the tea house owner looked at the tentacle piercing his chest and felt the pain.

~COUGH~ COUGH~

Large mouthfuls of blood were spat out and even included fragments of his organs.

"How… What?" unfortunately before the tea house owner could figure out anything more, life escaped his body and his eyes turned blank.

He had died.

~slick~

The tentacle moved a little, creating slippery sounds from the blood. It lifted the corpse of the tea house owner up before flicking it to the side, sending it flying into the wall.

~THUD~

The body of the tea house owner slammed into the wall of the alley, leaving a trail of blood on it as it slid down back onto the ground.

~EEEK!~